A temple is a landscape of the soul.

Computers are like Old Testament gods; lots of rules and no mercy.

For when the heart insists on its destiny, resisting the general blandishment, then the agony is great; so too the danger. Forces, however, will have been set in motion beyond the reckoning of the senses. Sequences of events from the corners of the world will draw gradually together, and miracles of coincidence bring the inevitable to pass.

The mind of man, cleansed of secondary and merely temporal concerns, beholds with the radiance of a cleansed mirror a reflection of the rational mind of God.

If you want to change the world, you have to change the metaphor.

The sin of inadvertence, not being alert, not quite awake, is the sin of missing the moment of life-live with unremitting alertness.

Both the artist and the lover know that perfection is not loveable. It is the clumsiness of a fault that makes a person lovable.